Текст песни Home! Sweet Home! - Katherine Jenkins , Nicholas Dodd

Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there,
Which seek thro' the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.
I gaze on the moon
As I tread the drear wild,
And feel that my mother
Now thinks of her child;
As she looks at that moon
From our own cottage door,
Thro' the woodbine whose fragrance
Shall cheer me no more.
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As she looks at that moon
From our own cottage door,
Thro' the woodbine whose fragrance
Shall cheer me no more.
Home, home, sweet sweet home,
Be it ever so humble,
There's no place like home.